It takes the bravery
of a warrior to sit down,
close the laptop,
bury the phone
—sever the cord—
and wait in the blankness
until the tiny seed
of the world that lives
in the chest raises
its gentle, quiet voice
and says: it’s OK,
you remain connected
with the strongest
of threads to all
that is good
and lovely
and true.

Can you feel it?